M. B. Taylor, aged 52 years, was accidentally killed at his home here last Saturday morning at seven o’clock by the accidental discharge of a .22 target which he carried on a load of corn he had gathered at his farm west of town the afternoon before. His death was instantaneous, as the shot punctured his heart.

He had moved a bucket of corn in the wagon and the moving of the corn caused the gun to move and being of the hammerless type, was easily discharged, the bullet striking him below the left breast, ranging upward into his body.

The funeral was held Sunday afternoon at six o’clock at the Church of Christ and was conducted by Rev. Gray Carter, his former pastor here, but who now holds a pastorate at Shawnee. Interment was in the Caddo cemetery immediately after the funeral services.

Deceased was survived by his widow and two sons of Caddo: Willie R. and Haskell; and three brothers and three sisters.

He was a staunch member of the Church of Christ and in the words of his pastor, “He has obeyed the Gospel for a term of twenty-three years.” He was a man of his word, and leaves behind a host of friends who mourn his passing.

It will be remembered that some eight years ago this past January, the family of this man had the misfortune to lose four of their children in a fire that destroyed their home on their farm two miles west of town.

We join the many friends of this family in extending to them our sincere condolence in their hour of sorrow.

Mr. and Mrs. Roy Downing have a fine new daughter at the editor’s home since Tuesday morning. Mother and baby are doing well.

March 18, 1932

Downing Daughter Dies at Home Sunday Evening

Gaynell Yetive, the little one year old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Roy T. Downing, died at their home Sunday afternoon at 5 o’clock. The funeral was held at the home of G. A. Crossett, Monday afternoon at 3, conducted by Rev. S. E. Henderson, pastor of the Methodist church and Rev. G. A. Gurley, pastor of the Baptist church.

Mrs. Downing is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. G. A. Crossett.

The little life came and blessed the home for a year, then was stricken with flu and whooping cough, pneumonia developed. Every aid that medical skill and kind nursing could do was done for the little life, but to no avail.

At the hospital in Dallas at 9 o’clock Sunday morning, Mr. Styron, father of our townsman, H. T. Styron, died. The remains were taken to his home at Cleburne, where the funeral was held Monday afternoon.

Mr. Styron was known to a few Caddo people, having visited his son here several times. He was a splendid type of old Southern gentleman, and numbered his friends by all who knew him. He was a member of the Episcopal Church, and had been one of its officers many years.

To his son in Caddo many expressions of regret have been extended. H. T. Styron and wife and children went from here to attend the funeral, as did James Styron.

Little Earline died December 10, 1920; aged three years and one month.

All who knew her loved her dearly; she made many friends what few years she was with us.

Oh, how we miss that precious little one when we enter the home, though Jesus knew best. Our darling is at rest- she has just paid the debt we all have to pay.

I say to all who knew her if we see little Earline we must be ready when Jesus calls for us. The little one is just watching and waiting for all.

Another little one has gone to dwell with him who gave, another darling little one is sheltered in the grave; God needed one more angel child amid his shining band, and He bent with smile and clasped our darling’s hand.

Gone! Gone! Our little one is gone! Oh, canst must be, that she will never more sit smiling on our knee? No more at evening tide her pattering footsteps fall, no more we see her among the flowers- the fairest of them all.

Though our darling is among the ever green flowers, it seems to me I can see her wave her little hands and say: “Come this way loved ones, and weep not for me, for I am waiting in Heaven for thee.” Her Aunt

Roach Baby Dies

Last Thursday afternoon the two-year-old son of Mr. and Mrs. Jack Roach died after an illness of but a few days. The funeral was held Friday from the family home and the remains were buried in Caddo Cemetery.

The many friends of this young couple will greatly sympathize with them in the loss of their firstborn.

With the completion of gas lines Caddo takes on a new spirit of progress. Our people will be served with a needed convenience. Much money has already been spent in building the lines. Business has been better all around. Now comes the buying and installation of appliances. This means spending more money and when money is in circulation, times are bound to be better. It is when people are idle that they are grouchy.

The Herald commends the Gas Company to the people, for this company wants to see the town grow, wants their business to grow, and the experience of other towns that have put in gas justifies the hope that the relations between company and consumers will be pleasant and mutually profitable.

With a bountiful and cheap fuel there is reason to hope that industries may come to Caddo where living conditions are the best and where costs are not so high. Lots and property may be obtained here much more cheaply than in the larger cities and yet have every advantage. We have the hard surfaced roads, graveled streets, waterworks, sewers and electric lights- no city has more conveniences now than Caddo. So let us take a new lease on life. Let us endeavor to build our town rather than seek ways to get hence.

Business and manufacturing opportunities are as good here as anywhere if we but think so. Crops are flourishing, soon will be cotton planting time. We can put in nice gardens with good things to eat and not depend on the stuff raise elsewhere for our foods.

The following letter from the Gas Company is indicative of the spirit of the company:

Editor, Herald:

I am informed by the operating department that gas will be tuned on in Caddo sometime during the close of next week, and I sincerely hope the celebration that you have planned in connection with this event will mark the beginning of still further progress for your town. Yours very truly, William C. Grant, Advertising Manager

The terms of the franchise have been published already, so that the folks can understand fully just what is to be charged. One item that is likely to be overlooked is gas will not be turned into residences or stores until there is an appliance to use it. It would be of no use to turn gas into a home where there was nothing with which to burn gas.

There is no doubt but that the chain stores as they obtain in the cities, hurt the independent retailer quite a bit, but the way to kill the chain store is not by abuse. The way to combat them is by using their own methods- cooperative buying, less selling expense, and better advertising of the products of the independent retailer. The chain stores use column after column of newspaper advertising; they are not afraid to tell the world their prices, or that they are in the business. As a usual thing the chain store waits until many independent people have gone broke building a city before they come in. Then there is another thing; just what is a chain store? So there is much to think about along these lines. Efficient merchandising will pay just the same as efficient work of any kind. The farmer with modern plows gets along much faster and more economically with his work than does one who uses the old Georgia stock and hand planter. It is all very well for the merchant to insist upon buying at home- but he should practice it and not buy his produce from away from town when local farmers have the same produce to sell. He should not buy his printing out of town when he has a local print shop that lives in the town and buys his clothing and groceries from local merchant. These things have a way of working two ways.

Clifton Wood, regular tackle on the Caddo High School football team the past two years, was elected Captain for the 1930 season at the annual football banquet given the team by the Junior class at the Royal Hotel dining room Friday night.

Fourteen men were awarded letters at that time, being: Captain Dale Sawyer, Clyde Lacey, Jim Green, Clarence Horn, Olvin Ware, Frank Semple, Charles Semple, Homer Geter, Jack Geter, Leo Mahana, Floyd Flowers, Clifton Wood, Paul Castello and Jack Copeland. Only three lettermen will be lost by graduation, being Captain Sawyer, Lacey and Horn. All these men have given stellar performances for the Cubs during the years they have played with the team and their loss will be keenly felt by the squad.

The banquet was tendered the team in recognition of the work the team has done the past season and a good crowd was present at this affair. Appropriate talks were made by Rev. Tyson, John L. Boland, Floyd Benefield, Guy G. Crossett, Mrs. C. H. Grayson, Ollie Green, Captain Sawyer, and each letterman made appropriate responses as he was awarded his letter. Sweaters will be given at the end of the semester in January.

H. S. Whitt died at the family residence in Caddo, Tuesday morning at 7:45 of typhoid fever.

Deceased had not been ill long, taking to his bed last week. He was not thought to be dangerously ill until a few hours before he died. Copious hemorrhage set in and all that doctors and nurses could do could not stay the ravages of the dread disease.

Mr. Whitt came to Caddo two years ago, being president of the Caddo National Bank. Very soon he became one of our leading citizens, lending his efforts in every way toward the building up of the town and community. His nature was such as soon to draw toward him many citizens who associated with him in enterprises of worth.

The announcement of his death caused a surprise and pall upon the community.

The funeral was held Wednesday at the Methodist church conducted by Rev. Naylor and attended by a large number of people. The remains were buried in Caddo Cemetery. The floral offerings were numerous and beautiful, attesting the high esteem in which he and his family were held by the people. Throughout the funeral all the stores in town were closed out of respect to the deceased.

Mr. Whitt was 41 years of age in the prime of a vigorous manhood. He is survived by his wife, two sons, and a daughter- Rex, Buford, and Elsie.